Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
MC5,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.